There was once a song that
spoke of home.
Where wood settled, and memories filled every wall.
Unbreakable,
our roots pierced deep.
This home was north,
and north was you.
I always knew where to find it,
and without it I am lost.
Without a direction life feels wrong,
all while my heart is certain you are the half i need.
Hope is my Achilles heel,
as i wait for a home that no longer welcomes me.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC
There was once a song that
spoke of home.
Where wood settled, and memories filled every wall.
Unbreakable,
our roots pierced deep.
This home was north,
and north was you.
I always knew where to find it,
and without it I am lost.
Without a direction life feels wrong,
all while my heart is certain you are the half i need.
Hope is my Achilles heel,
as i wait for a home that no longer welcomes me.
